8.15.2010

sunday parachute dress.

I hustled down on a quiet Sunday (after two days of activities taking their toll on my eyebags) to sitting somewhat serenely at home and flipping through old magazines, trying to clear them. The dress I wore is a long-established go-to I picked up for $20 at Max&More three years ago. I throw it on all the time for studying, running out of the house and picnics... An old friend of mine (who's starting college at UChicago) picked me up in her new car for dinner at my favourite Japanese chain restaurant, and treated me to Prince of Kandy and Vanilla Ceylon tea at her favourite hotel's café after... As we all move and make our different ways, I find myself grasping at opportunities to meet friends I won't be seeing until next summer, and reminisce about the days we have already left behind.

There's a quote I stumbled upon today, which is somewhat morose, but speaks the truth.

"With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is not a repented error shaken loose from the life: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavors and the tinglings of a merited shame."- George Eliot

What I can add is that while your past is a part of you, it's up to you to allow these "shudders and bitter flavors" to affect your appetite for life...